Disclaimer: I own nothing except debt and a car, so you lawyers can fuck off!

Why this update has taken 6 months: In a word...depression. I have been fired and hired from so many different jobs recently, it's not even a little funny. I'm waiting to get on unemployment to buy me some time to find something stable. Worst case scenario...I do porn. Anyone here in the sex industry? If you are, you are a bad-ass. Keep doing what you're doing to make that money honey!

The second reason is because I lost faith in my writing abilities. Some of the future chapters of breach...it just feels like there's this quality drop, mostly because I haven't re-written it like 5 times. Tonight I forced myself to sit down and convinced myself just to give you what I have and edit in between. If it sucks, it sucks, but at least I might break myself out of this funk and catch up with all my stories. If I'm unemployed, then I might as well as write, right guys?

Why I have come back instead of saying "fuck it" and letting this story die like my yugioh stories: Simply put...you. Over the last few weeks I have noticed so many e-mail alerts saying someone has put me on their favourite author's list or have added my story to their favourite's list. Thank-you so much, its nice to see that people still enjoy reading, and as long as you guys still want to read, I will write. So thank-you to everyone who has reviewed or favourite. I see you, I've noticed and you have brought me back from the dead!

I now bring you Chapter 6!

Two weeks and nothing. No Voltaire darkening the doorway, claiming Hiwatari Enterprises as his. No mysterious beybladers showing up and demanding a match. No suspicious men in black tracking their every move. No threats on the BBA. No break-ins or robberies...Not that Tyson was complaining. But when you're used to saving the world every other month, it just was weird.

Maybe they were wrong. Maybe it wasn't Dr. K who bailed Voltaire out of jail. Maybe Voltaire no longer cared about the company. Maybe he learned his lesson. Maybe-

Tyson shook his head. None of this was helping. He could play the "What If" game all day and it would do nothing to quell the uneasiness that had bubbled up in his stomach. Glancing at the stacks of paperwork around him, the words on the papers began to get blurred and jumbled. He couldn't just sit in his desk anymore and wait for chaos to arrive.

He needed out.

The universe decided to answer his prayer, the phone rang and Kai quickly answered it. This was the best time to bolt. He signalled to Kai that he would be back soon and the CEO nodded in understanding. Silently Tyson slipped out the door and made a beeline for the staircase that led up to the roof and pushed open the door.

He was greeted by the chilly wind licking his face. The teen drew a breath and inhaled the crisp winter air. Immediately he felt a hundred pounds lift off of his shoulders. The office was far too stuffy for his liking. He stretched his sore muscles and looked over the city.

It was the middle of December, and a thick layer of snow blanketed the rooftops and streets. Small glistening snowflakes were dancing to the Earth. There was a light, chilled breeze, but it didn't bother the bluenette. Not after Moscow. After Moscow, everywhere seemed warm. He stared up at the grey clouded sky. There seemed to be a peaceful stillness, but even the picturesque weather could do nothing to uncoil the pit of dread that dwelled in his stomach.

Something felt off. He just couldn't place his finger on it. It felt like impending doom lay just over the horizon.

He took out his Dragoon and clutched it tightly. Just the feel of the cool metal in his fingertips seemed to sooth the typhoon of bitterness and worry inside him. He could feel Dragoon's presence, like the ancient dragon was right next to him.

/You can handle this Tyson. I am always with you./

Tyson smiled and looked down at his blade. "I know you are. And whatever it is out there, we're face it together, with Kai and the others." He paused, his facial features solemn. "I'm not wrong though am I?"

/No. I can feel it too. There's a dark power near./

"Then we need to be ready for it, so we can protect everyone." He placed his hand over his heart and closed his eyes. He took deep even breaths and allowed the great dragon's cool power to flow through him. A brilliant blue aura surrounded his body.

"LET IT RIP!"

"Yes, I got it. I understand...I'll get my team right on it. Bye." Kai cracked the craddle as he slammed down the phone with his seething rage. "Why fucking now?!" he growled to the empty room.

Within the last year a small company had sprouted up and rumours had spread that it had developed sophisticated weapons for military usage. Several elite companies had already lost contracts to this new company's technology and if he wasn't careful, Hiwatari Enterprises was at risk for losing three. Which could result in a loss of 2 billion dollars.

He had to somehow get the edge on his opponent. He needed information. Maybe Kenny-

"Kai!" Tyson burst into the room, all smiles, his nose a rosy pink. "Guess what?!"

"Santa Claus finally asked you to be his 14th reindeer?" he answered, annoyed at the intrusion on his train of thought,

"Oh ha-ha. I'd tell him to put coal in your stocking if he ever did. But...just watch!" Tyson closed his eyes, relaxed his body and concentrated. A piece of paper gracefully flew up from Tyson's desk and drifted gently across the room to come to rest in the middle of Kai's desk. Crimson eyes widened in realization, his annoyance forgotten.

"Excellent. Glad to see Dragoon is getting stronger."

"Yeah. Pretty soon you won't need to worry about me on missions. I'll be able just to fly up and knock the bad guys out!" Kai opened his mouth to protest, but Tyson quickly added, "Hey, it's hard to hit a target that's constantly moving."

Kai just shot his lover a disapproving glare. He couldn't deny that Tyson had a point though. With their bitbeasts back there was much less of a danger for them. "Still, the bitbeasts need to completely recover first before we start abusing their power." the times where Dranzer was sealed into the Sword of Dragoon came to mind.

"So don't set up any missions until then." the boy then planted a kiss on his cheek.

Cheeky bastard.

"Oh yeah! What time are we out of here today? Didn't Mr. Dickenson set up a TV interview for you this evening?"

Crap. He had forgotten all about it. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, he could see that it was already 3:30pm. The interview was at 5:00pm at Okawa Studios. They had roughly an hour and a half. He glanced over at the stacks of papers on Tyson's desk and the numerous amount of files that were sprawled all over his own.

Ever since he had kissed Tyson in that stadium, the BBA had been under scrutiny from several religious groups and other organizations. Even some of the BBA's most loyal sponsors had withdrawn their support to avoid criticism. Both he and Tyson had offered to give a statement, but Mr. Dickenson had begged them to lie low until things had calmed down, and just to leave damage control to him in the meantime.

This interview would be the first time he or Tyson would say anything publicly about the details of their relationship. The only good thing about the negative publicity, was that Mr. Dickenson hadn't asked them to do a lot of appearances other than at a few mandatory tournaments, formal events and the usual duties of a World Champion.

This interview was critical in recovering their reputations, and helping the BBA gain a few sponsors, especially from the LGBTQS+ community.

All of this was a bunch of bullshit though, because every beyblader in the industry- in other words any one's opinion that actually mattered- had all given them their congratulations. They knew sexuality had absolutely nothing to do with the game and it was all about your opponent and the match. They knew it didn't matter who he chose to lay with, he was still a force to be reckoned with and he and Tyson were the best in the world. That was undisputable.

He glanced up at the clock again.

"Fuck it. We're done."

"Am I hearing right? Kai Hiwatari wants to leave early?!" teased the bluenette, awestruck.

"Don't get used to it." warned the Russian as he loosened his tie.

Tyson beamed. "Woo! Early day!"

Instead of taking the time to put the documents and files away, that they would just have to pull back out in the morning, they left everything on their desks and they changed from their office clothes to their battle outfits, and Kai locked the office. They rode the elevator down to the parkade and as they stepped out, Kai tossed the keys to Tyson. "You're driving."

"Yes!" Tyson rushed to the car.

Kai would never admit it, but he had a throbbing migraine from the explosion at the warehouse. The last thing he wanted to be was behind the wheel. Besides...he eyes rested on his boyfriend's perky ass that swayed with every step he took. The view from back here was much better. A small red blinking light suddenly caught his attention. He focused on it, his heart catching in his throat as he became all too aware that it was coming from under his car. Panicked, his eyes darted back to Tyson, who had opened the driver's side door and was placing his foot inside the vehicle.

The wind was knocked out of Tyson as he felt himself being tackled to the ground. He hissed as his cheek scraped against the pavement. "What gives?!" A deafening explosion not even a second later shook the ground, effectively answering his question. The blasted echoed throughout the parkade, followed by the blaring of various honking and beeping from several car alarms.

"Are you okay?" came Kai's pained whisper in his ear.

Tyson blinked several times. His ears were ringing, but he wasn't dead. He just lay still for a moment while his brain tried to process what the fuck just happened. "Yeah...I'm fine."

"Thank God."

Tyson rolled over and froze. The side of Kai's head was oozing blood. "Kai! You're-" Golden magic wrapped itself around the wound, and a second later the injury was gone and only the blood remained. "-hurt?"

"Don't worry about it. We need to get out of here." Kai helped the boy to his feet. They bolted for the exit, but a shift in the wind spread the flames, blocking their path. They turned back to the elevator, but found themselves surrounded by 8ft glowing, red scorching flames.

Kai looked up at the sprinkler system, for some reason it wasn't activating. Whomever had tried to assassinate him had probably hacked into his system and turned it off to ensure his death.

They were trapped.

"Let it rip!" Tyson pulled his ripcord and his beyblade was launched into the centre of the ring of fire. "Dragoon, Miracle Tempest!" A great tornado emerged from his blade, but as it got closer to the flame, it suddenly dissipated and the beyblade wobbled and fell over. "Wha-?"

"Dragoon isn't strong enough to create enough of a low pressure current in this heat." explained Kai as Tyson picked up his blade.

"So what do we do now?"

Kai wracked his brain for a solution as the inferno raged around them. It wasn't looking good. Dranzer and Dragoon weren't powerful enough to break through the flames. The sprinkler system couldn't save them and by the time help arrived, it would be too late. The temperature was rising steadily within the ring of fire. Sweat was pouring down Tyson's face and his breathing was starting to become laboured due to the thick smoke. Time was against them.

The fire crackled and a spark hit the CEO's arm. He winced, expecting pain to come, but it never did. What was going on? He analyzed Tyson. The bluenette was sweating, overheated and literally dying as the heat became more intense. But his own body was cool. He examined his skin where the spark had landed; not even a mark. A crazy plan started to formulate. He pulled the scarf from his neck and began to unravelled it from the weights.

Tyson sunk down to his knees. It was so hot! He could practically feel his brain cooking. What he wouldn't give for a glass of water for his parched throat. A small breeze. Anything! He swore he could feel his eyeballs melting. He blinked trying to focus his vision, but it was getting hazier by the second. He coughed. There was so much smoke!

He felt something soft being wrapped around him. He opened his eyes to see the blurry outline of Kai, wrapping his scarf around his arm. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice horse.

"Saving your life."

Tyson felt every inch of his body being wrapped in the silky fabric before Kai lifted him up and carried him like a bride. He tried to figure out what his lover was doing. Suddenly they were moving. His eyes went wide. Was Kai going to run through the flames? He opened his mouth to protest, but any sound was muffled by the scarf. With nothing else he could do, he screwed his eyes shut and prayed for a miracle.

Carrying Tyson, Kai ran through the inferno, the flames licking his body harmlessly, and he didn't stop running until they were out of the parkade. Once they were a safe enough distance, he through Tyson into the nearest snowbank.

"AHH! Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. COLD!" shouted Tyson as he struggled to escape the scarf. When he was free, he looked up and saw the sun. "We made it?" He quickly turned to Kai, mahogany eyes searching his lover for injuries, he beamed when he found none. "Oh my god, we're alive!" He ran up to his boyfriend and kissed him in pure joy.

Kai closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Tyson's chilled body. They had somehow cheated death once again.

The moment was ruined by his cellphone ringing. Reluctantly he pulled away and answered the annoying device with a grunt, "Hiwatari."

"Sir, this is the fire department. Are you aware that your parkade is on fire?"

Kai pinched the bridge of his nose, biting back a sarcastic retort. "Yes. My partner and I were caught in the flames. It started due to a car bomb that had been planted on my car." The sound of coughing caught his attention and he glanced over at Tyson who was hacking his lungs out. "I need my partner treated for smoke inhalation."

"Right away sir. We are en route and will be there within 3 minutes."

"Good." Kai hung up and gave Tyson a pointed look.

"Oh don't give me that. You're the one who has issues with hospitals. I will go get treated, then," Tyson laced their fingers together and gave him a bright smile. "we'll go to the interview together."

Kai returned the smile gently and checked his watch. 4:05pm. He looked at the inferno that was eating away his parkade and sighed.

Nothing could ever be easy for them, could it?

Kura Sugito had his eyes glued to his phone as he cross-checked reports and news broadcasts. So far, all he had learned is that a passerby had reported the fire and that both Kai and Tyson had been caught up in the blaze and were being treated by paramedics on scene.

The problem was that it was 4:50pm and his show started in 10 minutes. His second guest had already informed him that he wouldn't be able to make it due to his flight being delayed. Of course he could improvise, like doing fun games with the audience and could always call his mother to come in for an interview and embarrass him, he just didn't want to do that if he could get a hold of Mr. Dickenson and get a beyblader at the last minute. He had already called the BBA multiple times, but unfortunately no answer.

What really sucked about this whole ordeal was the fact that he had stayed up until 2:00am the previous night reading the booklet that Mr. Dickenson had given him titled, "Things Not to ask Kai Hiwatari". Which was basically not to ask about his family. So asking anything about how his mother suddenly came back into his life was a no-go.

"Yo! Kura!"

He looked up and saw none other than Tyson and Kai walking in the back door.

"Sorry we're cutting it a little close, but Mr. Reputation here insisted we go home and change clothes."

"Hn."

Kura wondered how Tyson didn't die on the spot with the glare Kai was shooting him with. "Are you both okay?! The news reports said you were being treated for injuries." He stated, pointing to the bandage on Tyson's face.

"Hn, those vultures will say anything to make it sound like a good story. Things I'm sure we can correct in the interview."

"Right." The host eyed the time. 5 minutes till they were on air. He skimmed the notes on his clipboard and slid back into business mode. "Okay Kai, I'm just going to give a run-through of the questions, so there are no surprises. I'm going to ask you about the fire, you tell me whatever you want to tell me, then I'm going to ask some personal questions about your relationship with Tyson that our fans sent in. Don't worry it's just basic stuff. Nothing too dirty or raunchy, then we'll talk about beyblading. That section is mostly questions about your training regimen, the World Tournament, who you think has a good shot of taking your title this year. Then we'll wrap it up with questions from our audience at the end of the show. I will be taking calls from fans who couldn't be here today. Remember, you have full say on what you want to disclose and we encourage creativity. If at any time you need a break, we'll cut to commercial, just tug at your collar. Any questions?"

"Let's just get this over with." sighed the dual-haired male. Inwardly though he was relieved it was just your basic in-depth interview. He liked Kura because he was respectful. His show was fairly new, only 3 years old and mostly focused on local celebrities. Kura wasn't going to piss him off and fuck up his chances on getting him back on the show. For once, Kai had all the power and he liked it.

"Oh and Tyson. My other guest cancelled, would you mind taking his spot?"

Tyson's eyes lit up. "Yeah! That would be awesome! Nobody asks me to do interviews anymore!"

"We're on in 1 minute sir!" warned the cameraman.

"Got it Jou!" Kura smoothed out his lavender suit. "Talk to you boys in a few minutes!"

Far away, beady black eyes were transfixed on the television. The Collector had seen reports about the fire and was hoping that the host had some news about the World Champion's health, since every news channel was absolutely worthless with their conflicting stories. Some said that it was a car bomb. Others said it was an explosion caused by a gas leak. One had said it was a military weapon test gone wrong. None of them could make up their minds on whether or not Kai or Tyson were harmed in the fire either. He had to know if the precious World Champion was harmed! He sniffed the white scarf that was around his neck for comfort, and twirled Tyson's toothbrush with his left hand as he waited for the show to start.

Any questions you guys have for Kai and Tyson? Submit them in a review and I'll try my best to incorporate them in the next chapter!